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Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

My goal is to have you all find some new thing to dislike Brett for with each new post

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Multiple things happened in rapid succession to the point where Brett, who was enjoying how easy it was to rile up the rabble - how had this annoying git fallen for the easiest, oldest tactic in the books? Some 'super' she was, all any potential enemies had to do was insult the trash spilling out of her outdated music player. The first thing that happened was the 'mediator' from earlier jumping between Super Loser, who was flanked by her Loser Sidekicks, and Brett, who was quite cozy in the seat she woke up in. Brett rolled her eyes at this display. There was always one who wanted to stop something before it reached its natural conclusion, and all they did was make things pop off faster.

"Oh, and here comes the Pity Party to ruin things. Run back to your area, and take the Loser Trio with you, will you? Make yourself useful if you're just going to stand-"

Brett was cut off by the second thing, that being the earlier hungry tram passenger becoming a lot less human. Yet it was Brett who was somehow the focus of everyone's attentions. For the best, really, it was only natural that one such as Brett, with her talents, including physical features, was fated to always be in the limelight for better or for worse.

"Gross, who let that.....THING," Brett did not hide her disgust at the creature, she sounded like one would at seeing a poor person invading their country club, "That...hideous....FREAK go here? Is there not one NORMAL person here, other than mysel-"

It was fortunate that Brett was turning her head to re-address the Loser Trio, wanting them to know that in her eyes, their nerdy pun battle and the ring leader's terrible taste in music made them abnormal, but not in the way they all were; in the insulting way used among non-supers. It was fortunate, because as she was turning her nose at the abomination, her ears were picking up what Queen Loser was saying and her eyes saw her make a move. Of course it was the face. It was always the face.

Eliza always told Brett that a leading lady needs to keep her face flawless, except for when the scene calls for it - that was when makeup came into question. As such, it was important to guard the face at all costs. And that is what Brett did. Brett dropped prone, falling onto the seat as if she was about to fall asleep, though she felt the vibration behind the attack brush past her chin moments before the window shattered.

"Ten times zero is still zero, and that's why you'll make an awful hero~" Brett's response was in the form of a song, and the intent was to retaliate by sending a little blast towards Queen Loser's music player, but that was when the tram came to a sudden stop and her little blast went wild, shattering an overhead light.

It was quite calamitous.

And Brett was innocent. At least, that would be her defense if any of the staff asked. Which she figured they might.

What mattered above all was that her face was not harmed. That was important.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

If Loser Trio is the official name I so want a percentage of the revenue for naming rights!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Well it can support a hulking grotesquerie so who knows.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

If the train even makes it to the school the doors will open and the teachers will just be watching a fight happening.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

I don't think Brett will be making very many friends anytime soon.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

How utterly rich! How simply divine! How...wonderful! A simple sentence, a simple exclaiming of the truth as Brett saw it, and how riled up one gets. Clearly a nerve was struck. Clearly, the girl with the headphones had about as much intelligence as she had fashion sense. Which is to say, none at all. A white hooded sweatshirt? Jeans? What was this, the seedy side of the Bronx? This annoyance had been one of the ones involved in the loser-ish activities. Puns were bad enough, and it wasn't like these sorry sorts were pulling wordplay on the level of The Bard, not a super - Shakespeare.

Posturing. That's what this was. Brett was certainly not intimidated, not from someone who looked like she belonged in an infomercial for teenage angst and how to prevent it. It didn't help matters that the noise from her headphones was about as pleasant as her attitude. Elsewhere in what Brett assumed to be some sort of cabin, someone was expressing hunger and another was doing a bang-up job at being a mediator. More and more it was looking as if her early assessment of being surrounded by losers was coming to light.

"Oh, you must be the Queen of the Losers, then?" Brett spoke with a chuckle behind her words. Even her manner of speaking seemed perfectly aligned to annoy or tease, it had a haughty tone to it that was equal parts 'rich brat' and 'classic-era Hollywood actress'. "How precious. You only live up to your title then, Loser, with how easily you get riled up. Run along, little Loser, I am sure your circle of reprobates can continue their discussion of things meant for babies and nerds - sorry, losers - who can't grow up, but do so in quiet."

Bret waved the back of her hand towards the Queen Loser as if she was dismissing a servant who was complaining about their wages being cut. Of course, it was then that two others showed up, looking to nip...whatever this was in the bud. And to that, Brett had no problems outright laughing, a palm in front of her mouth and a very insincere, mocking laugh it was.

"You two must be the King and the Princess then, yes? How adorable. Oh, yes, I'M the one making an ass of myself, when it is Queen Loser here flying off the handle over simple words. Take her away, you two, she's only serving to embarrass herself and I am almost feeling sorry for her. Much the same way a member of PETA feels sorry for a caged animal in the zoo. Run along now, before people start assuming I'm in league with you."

Brett, not willing to let well enough alone, looks once more towards 'Queen Loser' and grins.

"And by the way, turn that awful junk down, would you? Some of us don't enjoy the sounds of garbage in our ears."

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

<Snipped quote by Avanhelsing>

and there's about to be a huge fight between Alexis and Brett >o<

@Nightmare Bunny

I feel like this might get said more than once over the course of this.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

'The acoustics are absolutely phenomenal in here'

That had been the main thing Brett Faulkner had been thinking of before things went dark. She had been, as she so often did, seated in an empty theater, playbill in hand, and eyes taking in the environment. Though in this case, her eyes were focused on a sharp dressed woman in the center stage, barking orders at stagehands and set designers like a foreman at a construction site barking orders at workers. That woman was Eliza Faulkner, star of the stage and one day the screen, though to some in the know she was known as 'The Furie', then The Fury due to her temper; but to Brett, she was mother. Brett had accompanied Eliza to various rehearsals and preparations, and this one was no different. How else would Brett grow comfortable with theaters, the stage, the flashing lights?

It was those flashing lights that did it. More bright than flashing, as Brett was looking around, tuning out the screams of perfectionist mother, her eyes crossed paths with a bright overhead light. Too bright. The flash was the last thing sh remembered seeing before everything went dark.

It was still dark, but that was probably because her eyes were closed. But not her ears, no, not those, as she was hearing conversations. She squirmed and slowly her eyes opened to a blurry scene. This wasn't the theater in New York. This...this was a lot less elegant. A lot...worse. How pedestrian, wherever this was. The first thing Brett did was brush the strands of platinum blonde hair from her face; and her hair was unkempt, as if things couldn't get any worse. At least her outfit was in tact, from what hr hands could tell. Still the same black heels, the same designer skirt that cost high end triple digit figures, and her blouse was still quite intact.

In fact, were it not for the hair, Brett would assume nothing had gone terribly wrong, that she had simple dozed off. But it was the voices, the voices that alerted her to the fact that she was not alone, that she was surrounded by others in a similar situation of confusion and general bewilderment.

The problem now was WHAT these voices were saying. What were those awful sounding...puns? Could they be called puns? She listened in, shaking her head with each new addition to the mix until her breaking point was reached and a horrible realization hit her. A realization that she had to exclaim in a yell.

"OH MY GOD, I'M SURROUNDED BY FUCKING LOSERS."

That didn't explain just what had happened, but it made her feel better. That was what mattered most.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

I'll have my post up tonight!